A North American Indian prophecy which foretells a time when human greed will make the Earth sick, and a mythical band of warriors will descend from a rainbow to save it. Also the famous Greenpeace ship.

Thursday, November 05, 2020

Elections 2020

 Elections. Pointless fucking turning on of democracy every 4 years. Saving the soul of America, by making us choose between two rapists. One corrupt, foul-mouthed, decadent gangster - baiting all those left behind by elite America and their technocratic choices of outsourcing jobs, all those condemned to a wasteland of opium addiction, incarceration and camo-wearing, automatic-weapon-wielding "freedom" loving "Christians". The other, an appointee of Wall St., anointed to keep any simmering whispers of the most modest redistribution of wealth at bay. Barely managing to emit coherent sentences. And the elite suburbs I live in put out yard-signs that say "Vote" as if to remind me (or themselves?) how we must exercise our choice (the subtext - vote out that uncouth person please - we don't like his style), our freedom. The same kinds of freedom we have no problems denying Syrians. Or Bolivians when it comes to Lithium. Not for them the yard-signs to vote but just an elaborate maze of semi-truths, untruths and impenetrable foreign policy mumbo-jumbo that is too distant, too irrelevant. 


This election is beyond depressing. I am trying to look away and focus on writing code for the moment. Wake me up when it is over and they have decided that they agree on the count and people have gone back home to their lives of quiet desperation.